Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-08-12


ora drenched 81 tho 81 ty.
days they steam acr oss the nackS ea,iIE
beneath Wild sky and, amid ths
roar 81 che tenpests many a auff Herring
! sol der breath rs HIS last, md Is con-;
signed 10 asWaterYg rave ID the .lbriny
deep The reverse side 81 b medal
gained III lhe times Of is "a tF#s al
ways pleasant to cont plate.
At last they glide iutSo the. calmer;
VA ters OF the phui:.as aiming
their onted spirit as nature seems
to present q mere smiling face. At
dusk, in rough wagons drawn by oxen,
they are jolted up the abrupt slopes
of Pera. Military nurses aWait them
at the doors of the hospital, and the
weak, fainting soldiers are carried to
beds where, too often, nightmare and
insomnia are rendered more frightful
by the groans and dealt -rattle Of the
dying.
Quiet seems to prevail ID this long,
whitewashed halls, dimly lighted by
the flickering flames OF the night
lamps, only when, like guardian
angels towering over the sufferers
couch, the Sisters OF Charity, with
their great. white, wing-!ike bonnets,.
move noiselessly from one bed to the
other on their mission OF mercy.
70 the dying come tender memories
Of their native land, an inexpressible
consolation in their last moments, to
the living a future prospect of a re-
turn to their distant homes is opened
as they gaze upon the placid features
of these holy dangh tiers OF mercy. .sssss
How many owe their moral, as we'll
as their physical, resurrection to the
tender care of Sister Theresa An in
defatigab BILE nurse, she glides quietly
from bed to bed, her calm sweet face
resembling some =hieratsc figure. D
OF a chaste and severe style Of beau.
ty, purified by worldly sorrow, she
seems one Of those Druid Of an
Gent Gaul, so great is the respect she
inspires as she moves about the hos
pital with her rosary dangling from
her waist. No trouble is too great
Tor her, and when the hot south wind
makes the wounded and sick pant like
thirsty beasts she is seen in the shade
OF the gloomy cypress trees, with a
care as tender as that of mother,
bathing the wounds OF the prisoners,
upon whose flesh worms are already
beginning to feast. ~. -
All day the simeon had blown con.
tinuously. The house surgeon of the
hospital. calling on Sister Theresa, in.
quired, '.What news, Sister," @l.
'It has been @ bad day, major" re.
piled she, t'When the body suffers the
mind is apt to be irritible.''' *.@ ]
Il At the end 81 his visit he recon-
mended to her particularly an officer
OF the African corps who had been
brought TO the hospital that morning,
and who was threatened with tetan-
us in consequence of an operation
that had been performed on him to
extract q bullet from his shoulder. 4s@..
At dusk, Sister Theresa, lantern in
hand, directed her steps to the off,
GERS pavilion. AS she entered, the
light fell full on the wounded mans
face, furrowed by lines of suffering!
Before her, half seated in bed, already
writhing in spasms of the dreaded dis
ease, his pale face standing out in high
relief from the white pillow. his fingers
crisped, was caid Ahmed el-Adj star
ing at her with frightened eyes, as III
she appeared to him q ghost. She
stopped short, as If thunderstruck,
her heart throbbed with anguish.
AS a lightning flash, returned
TO both the bitter memories of the
past; the brutal insult in Algiers. the
death of the bethrothed, the regrets
Of the one and the remorse of the 9th.
or. All the bitterness of daysgoneb by,
not completely obliterated, came back.
and aroused anew the resentment oi
the woman, who had been SO cruelty
struck in all that her heart held, most;
dear. ':5l @a# -=s.& 5s ! 1
ard on, oh! pardon me-, cried the
wounded officer in a voice followed
by suffering. He had abruptly raised
himself to a sitting posture, as if la.
boring under a hallneination, but fell
back inert after making this supreme
effort. {&s sSs s7 s..,,...>
Then sister Theresa, mastering her
feelings and banishing the thoughts
that were torturing ner soul, went to
went to the bedside OF the dying man
and placing her hand upon his fevered
brow said in a soft whisper, ''die in
peace, / shall pray for you
ID The face OF Ahmed bel-Adj seemed
stransfigured on hearing her gentle
voice. Brave as are all Mahometans
on the approach OF death, he endured
his terrible sufferings with the great
est sfortitude. He seemed to grow
more quiet each time that Sister Their
sesa put the cordial to his lips. AT
day break his head fell back heavily
in q last spasm. II 81 sssy. 85% s.: rs.
As soon as the caid had breathed
his last the praying nun arose and
pinned to the sheet OF the, dead man
gust over his heart the Cross oil Honor
that was hanging st the head of hla
bed. ~ rs 81
SOlace for the Aged.
Z From the Piittsburs Ghronicls Telegr phi. {.
One OF the laments Of age IS chat no.
now friendships are formed. is a
rather nlournful TACT that ost per
sons who pass fifty years lose the giftof
pleasing. The spark Killing eye; the mer.3
nv laugh, the hearty speech, the sym
pathetic manner are al gone, and IN
place of these q guarded bearing and
8 solder kll bit 81 th onghtt and jude q
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